Mothering Many

Now, I try not to rant about my kids on the blog. Truly, it’s just not seemly. But I was just handed an insult that was too much to take without letting off a little steam. And it really sounded like an innocent, even pleasant, question; “what did you do this weekend?”

Well, let’s see, dear. You left here Friday night and you had to scale a small mountain of your laundry to get to the door, and there were boxes stacked 4 high all along the kitchen wall. You came in on Sunday night, and you could actually get in the door without crippling yourself on dirty clothes and a quarter of those boxes had disappeared. Plus I had dinner almost ready for you. What do you think I did this weekend (aside from working my “outside the house job” from 9 till 4 on Saturday) eat bonbons and order Ferrari parts?

Oh, to be an oblivious teen once more!